Chapter 1204


    "I''ll could let Anya sleep with me. She doesn''t hate me, which is quite rare.


    Rose had never had any experience ying with a child. Being a richdy, she wouldn''t possibly


    spend her free time ying with children.


    Plus, she didn''t have the time to interact with kids. Her life was always filled with sses and


    learning special skills. As she grew up and had her own business, she had even less time.


    Now she was a mother. Tonight, during their chat, she realized there were so many things about


    children she didn''t understand. Yet, children were such lovely beings.


    Watching Anya''s rosy cheeks, Rose would always unintentionally show a gentle smile.


    "Better not, you''re pregnant now. Don''t let her hurt you. Plus, she wakes up pretty early which can


    disturb your sleep." After saying this, Yulia bent down and gently picked up Anya, "It''ste, you


    should rest."


    Rose nodded, "You too."


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    She carried Anya back to the room, pushed the door open with her elbow. As soon as she entered,


    a smell of alcohol drifted in. She furrowed her brows, carrying Anya as she walked in. As expected,


    she saw Nathan in a ck bathrobe, casually lounging on the windowsill of the room. He held a


    phone in one hand; based on the sound ying from its speakers, he must have been watching a


    video. In the other hand, he held a wine bottle, already consumed halfway.


    Was he drowning his sorrows in liquor? Not at all. Judging by his casual demeanor, it seemed more


    like he was just killing time.


    When she came back with the sleeping Anya, he moved his finger, exiting the video. Then he lifted


    the wine bottle and took two big gulps.


    It was a bottle of Romanee Conti. Any wine found in Damon''s estate would certainly be vintage.


    However, his attitude toward fine wine was far from refined. There was no savoring, tasting, or


    elegance in his approach. However, his sharply defined face exuded determination and a certain


    rugged handsomeness. He was born to be a man of high society, with an air of nobility that had


    prated into his bones.


    His bathrobe was half-open, revealing his healthy skin tone and muscr chest. If you ignored the


    fine wine in his hand, his casual demeanor was mboyant and domineering. Every part of him was


    what women desired.


    He finished the wine, maintaining his posture, only turning his head towards the window, not


    intending to pay any attention to Yulia.


    By then, Yulia had already lifted the quilt and gently ced Anya on the bed. Probably interrupted,


    Anya wrinkled her little brows, her mouth moved as if she woke up. Seeing Yulia, she mumbled


    "mama".


    Yulia didn''t respond, just gently patted her. Before long, Anya fell asleep again.


    Yulia took a deep breath, then stood up, walked to the other side of the bed, casting her gaze on


    Nathan who was still sitting by the window.


    Nathan gazed at Yulia''s reflection on the ss. She wore a simple nightgown that entuated her


    slender figure, with her hair cascading over her shoulders. She stood there, upright, and even


    though he was seated, she didn''t reach his height. His throat moved a few times, then he lifted his


    head and took two gulps of wine.


    Finally, he put the wine bottle aside and turned to look at her. The moment their eyes met, Yulia''s


    heartbeat elerated. She nced at the almost empty bottle of Romanee Conti, lightly pursed her


    lips, lifted the quilt beside her, preparing to go to bed and no longer deal with this obviously drunk


    man.


    Her movements were a bit hurried, as she felt the man behind her was closing in. Before she could


    get into bed, he sessfully grabbed her wrist. In the end, he pulled her forcefully into his firm


    chest. She struggled a few times, but couldn''t resist his strength.


    Finally, her wrist started to hurt from his grip, but she still couldn''t break free.


    "What do you want?" She raised her head and red at him angrily, but didn''t really yell.


    "Aren''t I supposed to sleep?" Nathan leaned in and said, his breath carrying the aroma of wine.


    She felt both embarrassed and angry, trying to push his chest. Her palm half-covered his chest; the


    firm touch and clear temperature made her want to withdraw her hand subconsciously. But in this


    situation, if she backed off, it would only make it more awkward. So she didn''t back off, and looked


    straight into his eyes. "Nathan, have you gone mad? Drinking a whole bottle of wine in the middle of


    the night!"


    She was in a state ofplete panic. She couldn''t retain her cool in the presence of a drunk.


    Especially considering he had been intimate with her previously, but they still didn''t talk much.


    There was a crazy past between them. It was something that would make her blush just thinking


    about it for a second. It was already difficult for her to stay indifferent with him normally.


    So had he really gone mad? In such an awkward situation between them, he still drank so much


    alcohol! Did he think that if he got drunk, he wouldn''t remember anything and thus wouldn''t feel


    awkward?


    "Do you want a drink?” As he said this, his strong arm held her waist tightly, practically dragging her


    to the window. She was trapped between the window and his chest, with nowhere to run. She


    watched him pick up the wine bottle and put it to her lips.


    "Drink it."


    "I won''t!" She growled.


    Nathan furrowed his brow, his slightly unsteady gazes deepening as he lifted a hand to grasp her


    chin. "Drink. After you finish, I have a question for you."


    "Lwon''t.."


    Her refusal was of no use. Nathan had already lifted the wine bottle, and the red liquid flowed out


    instantly. She subconsciously closed her mouth tightly, shaking her head to dodge, but the grip on


    her chin grew tighter.


    The bright red liquid flowed down her lips and chin and into her clothes. The cold feeling made Yulia


    very angry.


    This madman!


    She reached up and pushed Nathan''s chest away with all her might, "Nathan!"


    Nathan chuckled lightly, "Can''t you just behave?"


    After saying that, he lifted his head and downed the rest of the wine in the bottle. Then he held her


    chin again and kissed her lips. He forced open her tightly closed mouth, and made her drink the


    wine in his mouth.


    When he realized she was about to spit out the wine, he lifted her chin, and kissed her deeply. He


    opened her throat and the wine flowed down almostpletely. Despite this, Nathan did not


    release go of her. It was as if once he was satisfied, he never wanted to let go again. He sucked on


    her evasive tongue, the two of them danced and twisted in her already helpless mouth.